Maui's Blue Moon © Apryl Skies
A poet would not know what she's going to write.
It comes from far elsewhere than ego or ambition
and wears a flowing cape spun from hieroglyphs.
A poem is first the mood of a ghost within a stone
inside Hypnos's cave near Lethe's waters lapping
rumors of things' forgotten conditions uncanny.
Sometimes a letter comes with unexpected language,
written in the ink of wonder on the world's papyrus.
A poet goes into trance to read and then transcribe.
Tim Buck© 2013